The Ordinary Life of a 501 Year Old Woman

I couldn’t wait until I had that first grandchild even though it was sooner than I expected, I loved that child beyond measure.  I was thrilled when I’d walk into her sight and she’s get all a twitter because she recognized me as the worlds greatest Grammy and would break out into a beautiful toothless smile that showed as much in her eyes as on her lips. 

When she’d reach her chubby little hands out for me to take her, my heart would skip a beat.  I took her every where and proudly showed her off because she was a beautiful little angel.  Then she learned to sit up, crawl, and finally walk.  She could do no wrong and there was never a more perfect child in my eyes, and she looked exactly like her Mommy which allowed me to relive those good old days all over again.  She learned to babble and then the babble turned into syllables and finally into real words and whole sentences. 

It wasn’t long before she started to school and she knew her A B C’s and numbers, then she started reading and finally writing.   I was so proud.  

Now she’s 7 and she reads and writes and loves to write me notes while I’m driving them home from Texas. 

Does that say 501?

What happened to the good old days?  Where did I go wrong?  What happened to that sweet innocent child who adored me?  Who thinks it’s funny to tell someone they are 501 years old?  Surely she meant 50 & 1, don’t ya think?  *sigh*

Just after she wrote this note she started writing a new one and asked me how to spell “ordinary”.  I told her F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S.

HAPPY TRAILS, Y’ALL